She can be as wise as we
And wiser when she wishes;
She can knit with cunning wit
And dress the homely dishes
She can flourish staff or pen
And deal a wound that lingers
She can talk the talk of men
And touch with thrilling fingers
Match her ye across the sea
Natures fond and fiery;
Ye who zest the turtle's nest
With the eagle's eyrie
Soft and loving is her soul
Swift and lofty soaring;
Mixing with its dove-like dole
Passionate adoring
Such a shе who'll match with me ?
In flying or persuing
Subtle wilеs are in her smiles
To set a world a wooing
She is steadfast as a star
And yet the maddest maiden:
She can wage a gallant war
And give the peace of Eden